Saturday, November 15, 2008
Sympathy
I quietly cursed under my breath while quickly trying to scribble down the daily quote in my studio art class. I was hoping to finish swiftly so I could go up to the teacher and ask her some questions about next week’s art assignment, But of course I was not fast enough and a line of about seven people were before me by the time I was finished. With a sigh I turned on my heel and headed back to my seat, hoping that eventually the line would die down so that I could saunter over and have a few words with her. I pulled out my sketch book and a mechanical pencil so I could begin the weekly drawing while keeping a wary eye on the line. Minutes went by and I quickly came to a conclusion that when one person was done talking to her two more bodies were added to the line… I wouldn’t get to talk to her today. Another heavy sigh escaped my lips and I flipped my sketchbook closed, I didn’t really have the patience to draw today.
I like where I sit in my art class, I have two of my best friends sitting on either side of me and good acquaintances opposite of us three. We have good discussions and give each other a lot of beneficial feedback, which is an exceptionally good thing in an art class (because critiquing is very important in perfecting your skills and artwork). After closing my sketchbook I’d gaze over my friends sketches, inside my mind was yelling at me and condemning me to imperfect procrastinating artwork for the rest of my life because I had set my sketch aside. But my conscience was silenced when I turned to the right of me and saw his face (We will call this boy Goph for privacy and the purpose of avoiding embarrassment).
Goph had his head slumped on his arms strewn on the side of the table, his hood shadowed his face and his breathing was heavy. I crept closer so that my face was close to his, and whispered. “Are you okay?” He shuffled a bit in his seat and slightly lifted his head up so that he could be audibly heard. “No.” He grumbled, then dropped his head upon his arms once more. The corners of my lips turned down into a sort of pouting expression, and I pulled the back of his hood down so that his dark golden curls shone in the diffused light of the classroom. He groaned at this and shifted his head so that he was peering at me. Like a ninja one of my hands disappeared beneath the table and skillfully poked his side, this made him jump a little and I pulled a face at the same time. This made him smile, which resulted in me smiling. Goph hardly ever smiles, but when he does it is like rain falling upon a dry harsh dessert; Very rare but welcoming like a blessing.
After seeing him smile I took the chance and attacked him with more questions, since I had left him vulnerable. I was not being nosy, just trying to figure out what was wrong and if I could help. Quietly, like a whisper in the wind he told me his story and then once more slumped down upon the table. The story had left me distressed, and contemplative. But I sat up and gradually placed my arms around him in a comforting and affectionate hug, one of his hands had found my elbow and he squeezed it (this apparently was his show of mutual affection). I whispered some things in his ear, and he did not reply… But I did not expect him to. Shortly after the hug the bell rang to excuse us from class, and my head was filled with puzzled questions and emotional conclusions. The majority of the class was pushing out the door like ravenous wolves trying to be first to lunch, but my feet slowly shuffled along down the hall while my gaze never left Goph, my heart whispered “Please be alright.”
I like where I sit in my art class, I have two of my best friends sitting on either side of me and good acquaintances opposite of us three. We have good discussions and give each other a lot of beneficial feedback, which is an exceptionally good thing in an art class (because critiquing is very important in perfecting your skills and artwork). After closing my sketchbook I’d gaze over my friends sketches, inside my mind was yelling at me and condemning me to imperfect procrastinating artwork for the rest of my life because I had set my sketch aside. But my conscience was silenced when I turned to the right of me and saw his face (We will call this boy Goph for privacy and the purpose of avoiding embarrassment).
Goph had his head slumped on his arms strewn on the side of the table, his hood shadowed his face and his breathing was heavy. I crept closer so that my face was close to his, and whispered. “Are you okay?” He shuffled a bit in his seat and slightly lifted his head up so that he could be audibly heard. “No.” He grumbled, then dropped his head upon his arms once more. The corners of my lips turned down into a sort of pouting expression, and I pulled the back of his hood down so that his dark golden curls shone in the diffused light of the classroom. He groaned at this and shifted his head so that he was peering at me. Like a ninja one of my hands disappeared beneath the table and skillfully poked his side, this made him jump a little and I pulled a face at the same time. This made him smile, which resulted in me smiling. Goph hardly ever smiles, but when he does it is like rain falling upon a dry harsh dessert; Very rare but welcoming like a blessing.
After seeing him smile I took the chance and attacked him with more questions, since I had left him vulnerable. I was not being nosy, just trying to figure out what was wrong and if I could help. Quietly, like a whisper in the wind he told me his story and then once more slumped down upon the table. The story had left me distressed, and contemplative. But I sat up and gradually placed my arms around him in a comforting and affectionate hug, one of his hands had found my elbow and he squeezed it (this apparently was his show of mutual affection). I whispered some things in his ear, and he did not reply… But I did not expect him to. Shortly after the hug the bell rang to excuse us from class, and my head was filled with puzzled questions and emotional conclusions. The majority of the class was pushing out the door like ravenous wolves trying to be first to lunch, but my feet slowly shuffled along down the hall while my gaze never left Goph, my heart whispered “Please be alright.”
Labels: Affection, Art, Distress, friendship, high school, impatience, Love, sad, sympathy
--Cloud Envy.
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